Saturday, November 14, 2015

The story of my life

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 The story of my life 
This is the church of Maria Santtissima delle Grazie in Genzano the Lucania ant it is the church where I was baptised. This church is one of the main church in Genzano, as it is in the church that people go to mass every Sunday and then stroll up and down the main street called the Corso.

This is the castle of Monteserico that I could see from my family farm every day, this castle is a smallish castle, if one things of the many large castles in the world, but it has a story of its own, apart other things, it is supposed to be the Norman castle that the Norman used in Southern Italy and from here they dominated their conquest for a long time.
 The story of my life
So, in this post let me start telling you my life story. I was born in the late thirties that means that, I was born before World War 2, 1939- 1945, I was born in a rural town of southern Italy, as I have already mentioned at the beginning of our previous post, my family had a small farm and owned some farm land around the farm, but this farm land that we owned was not enough to earn a living for all the family, so we (my family) would also work the land of large land owners who would let us use their land for a price that had to be paid usually with an agreed amount of produce each year, that was normal practice in those days.
Perhaps we need to write this observation here, to understand better the situation about us small farmers, one has to think that in the past the entire countryside would belong to the landlord that the rulers of the day gave the right to run that part of the country, so even when I was young some of these way of living existed, the rich land owner that now had replaced the government landlords or masters, would let use their land for a price. Now that we are talking about the old landlords and the castles that they used to run the countryside, you see, there is this castle of Monteserico in our town territory and I remember that from my family farm I could see this castle far away every day of my life, of course there is also a history about this castle, I have written that in this hub, The castle of, it has plenty of history of its own. 
Anyhow, let me go back now to my life story, In order to understand how things were run in the farms, and here I am talking before and also during World war 2, I need to tell you this; to earn a living in those days was very hard, it was much harder than today, not only for us farmers who were then thought to be in a better position of the rest of the town community, because we were producing something useful for the rest of the community especially in war time when food was hard to come by, we could always find something to eat from the fields, so the rest of the town were influenced by us farmers, at least while the war was going on, so if we were doing well the rest of the town would be doing well too, I believe that here I could add this to make you see what I mean; in the simple life of those times, the most important thing was that people would be able to eat wholesome food every day, if you were able to do that then you were doing well, I hope I have made my point here.
Now I need to point out that there was no much money going around in those days and a lot of times we had to exchange produce or things to make ends meet. So, let me tell you a couple of examples how things were done in those days; for example if it happened that we needed a blacksmith to sharpen the tools during the year to work the fields, we would pay the blacksmith with an agreed amount of wheat, since wheat was our main crop and also most people needed wheat to make their own bread during the year; you see in those times, if you had wheat you could take it to the mill to make flour and then make your own bread; therefore by paying work done by wheat was convenient, as it was a two ways solution. It also was done like that because there was no much money around even the barbers used to be paid in wheat or some other produce from the farmers. Of course there was some money to do other general smaller services or things, but all those services that would take a long time usually for years were done by these agreement of so much work in exchange of so much produce.
I know dear readers that what I have said might seem ridiculous today, but this is how life was in those old days. So, I wonder how you the younger generation would feel to live in the old days that I have described above, and be a farmer’s youth working in the farm from a very tender age as I did. Here I would like to call on you my readers to compare what I have said above to today living and let me know if you feel like making a comment. I just wonder how you would feel like to be in a lonely place as I was, where there was not a single electronic device to play with or just listen to; I just wonder how you would feel like and what you would do.
I am saying this because today when I look at the young people most of them walk about with a mobile talking to their friends, or listening to music, or doing whatever they can do with their mobile, the difference in life style is so great that it is hard to believe that so many electronic devises have come out in the last fifty years or so, and they have changed our life style and we are better off; therefore I have to ask myself, what the youths of today could have done in my place? But anyhow let us continue to tell the story of my life.
Some personal writing concerns
Dear readers, while I am trying to write my life story here, I have become concerned how to set it up properly, because I believe that I have missed to mention some parts of my life; as you might know most Italians are religious and most of them are Roman Catholic and so was also my family including myself, so I was born and baptized in a Roman Catholic Church just like everybody else in town, and this is how my life stared. I know that this is only the start of my life that I have told you in this post and I have a lot more to say, but unfortunately because I am also writing this article in hub pages, I am not allowed to write the way I want because of duplicate content in hub pages, just like what is following here under, that is why I am concerned.
For this reason, I have become concerned that I am not going to be able to write my life story the way that I would have liked to write it, so let me explain the reasons why and the way that I feel.  So I say this to you, if you would like to know what I am talking about, you may have to read some of my blogs or my websites these are the links, http://menfranco.blogspot.com and,,
Of course in this post there are many posts and pages, but what I am talking about here is the post called, My life struggles, which could be different from our next post, my life my struggles. You know I would like to tell you so many things and I will do that when I work out what I can publish here as I go on writing in Hub Pages and blogger as well. See you soon in, my life my struggles article. 


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